It's been a week now since I set off on this little blogging adventure. I've enjoyed exploring what I know, and more importantly, getting the last laugh on our leasing agent.
Google even lists me now, somewhere on page six (after "Do We Really Know Dewey?). I've also learned some HTML (which stands for Hard To Memorize Language). After I had some misbehaving columns one day, Kristine at TypePad provided the missing HTML code. This immediately made me feel inadequate as a woman. (Is this the way a guy feels when he calls Curtains Online to find out why his toile valance doesn't poof out, and has his question answered by Larry?)
Even though I maintained a website for a while, I never bothered to learn HTML, sort of like I never bothered to learn Italian. (Well, except for those phrases I memorized from the World Book in third grade, to impress Joey Giovingo.) Yes, plenty of women are computer programmers these days--I even wrote a book about one--but it just doesn't seem natural. Women have an innate aesthetic sense, and HTML has all the aesthetics of a sausage.
I know I sound a bit sexist here, but the president of Harvard gets away with it. (I bet he's never met Kristine.) And I have lots of women friends who can program their way into outer space, AND poof their own valances. My admiration for them is endless, as are my questions.
So, I continue to blog, and learn the odd bit of HTML. In coming weeks I plan to take you on a virtual tour of Britain, review some must-read books, and examine Those Crazy Brits in more detail.
And the dog has indicated she may have a few more words to say. Stay tuned.
